"…I don’t have the hobby of playing games with someone who's unwell. Don’t provoke me."

"Hmm, is that so? Haah… Talking so much has made me thirsty."

My sister poured herself a glass of water and took a sip before turning to Percival, who still hadn't fully regained his composure.

"I’ll think about your proposal. I hope Your Highness will do the same."

"……."

"You must have thought you could manipulate me with a little bit of scheming. But when it comes to controlling people, it’s not strategy that matters—it’s temperament."

"A truly wonderful piece of advice, Lady. But I won’t be taking back my proposal, so think carefully."

Percival growled, gripping the doorknob. My sister, intent on getting under his skin until the very end, swung her legs idly over the edge of the bed. Then, as soon as the door shut behind him, she flopped back down.

"Ha, damn it…."

Her breathing was rough. Unspoken emotions were swirling violently within her.

‘I want to comfort her…!’

But how could I do that without wounding her pride? Wouldn't it have been better if I had just burst in and smacked that bastard across the head?@@novelbin@@

As I was deep in thought, my sister let out a long, heavy sigh above me, followed by a sharp clinking sound.

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